After returning home, Zheng Qian hurried to take a bath.
By the time she got back, her sweat-soaked clothes had already dried against her skin, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
The maids had prepared hot water.
Zheng Qian sank into the tub, relaxing her body as the soreness in her arms finally began to fade.
This body she now occupied was quite delicate, with poor physical condition.
Back at the base in her previous life, her boss had required her to train alongside the soldiers—eight hours of daily physical conditioning, sometimes with extra sessions. He had pushed her until she was practically iron-bodied.
She still remembered all those training methods, even if she didn't have the equipment now. If she really wanted to train, she could manage.
The problem was—she didn't want to.
"I should still train a bit," Zheng Qian thought. "Maybe practice some combat skills. At least for self-defense."
Just as she made up her mind, the window suddenly rattled loudly.
Startled, she turned and saw a small figure trying to shove the window open.
It was A Chou.
Zheng Qian had the maid unlatch the window and let the cat in.
The moment A Chou saw her, it began meowing nonstop, sounding urgent and somewhat angry.
"Are you hungry?" Zheng Qian asked. "Caiyuan, bring it some beef."
The maid quickly returned with cooked beef and milk.
But A Chou refused to eat—instead, it kicked over the plate and continued yelling at Zheng Qian.
Zheng Qian stood up from the bath. The cat suddenly froze, eyes wide, as if stunned into silence.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" she asked, stepping closer without even bothering to dress.
A Chou leapt onto the windowsill, then sprang up to the beam above, avoiding her touch entirely.
Zheng Qian: "…"
Even the maid was confused as she crouched down to pick up the scattered beef.
"Miss, what's wrong with A Chou?"
Yes—what was wrong?
"It usually runs away when I bathe. It hates water," Zheng Qian said. "Maybe it's injured?"
She looked up at the beam. "A Chou, are you hurt?"
"It can't understand you," the maid laughed.
The cat glared down and gave another annoyed cry.
Zheng Qian returned to the tub—she wasn't done bathing, and the water was still hot.
From above, A Chou kept calling out occasionally, no longer urgent but still clearly displeased.
"It's probably in heat," Zheng Qian said casually. "Tomorrow I'll definitely have it neutered."
The cat's fur exploded outward, nearly falling off the beam.
This time, it didn't just meow—it snarled.
Neither Zheng Qian nor the maid understood what was going on, and since they couldn't reach it, they simply ignored it.
Outside, the other servants heard the noise and asked from the doorway, "Why is A Chou yelling? Is it unwell?"
Xiao Zhan was absolutely furious.
He had heard that Zheng Qian had saved someone who had already died—and that person was her fiancé. Yet he hadn't been there to witness it.
All because he had gone to the palace for a while, he had missed everything. Frustrated, he came back intending to vent at Zheng Qian.
But no one could understand him.
And Zheng Qian had even said she was going to neuter him—Xiao Zhan instinctively clenched his legs, feeling phantom pain.
This was infuriating.
Just as expected, news of Miss Zheng saving Wen Zhao spread quickly throughout the capital.
Everyone was shocked.
At Pujitang Pharmacy, several physicians had gathered.
Pujitang was a well-known medical hall, second only to the Lu family's Jinkui Hall.
"…I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be false?" Physician Qian said excitedly. "He was truly dead—no breathing, no pulse, lips turning blue. When that young lady checked his eyes, even his pupils had dilated."
The others began arguing noisily.
The shopkeeper, Zhou Chu, cleared his throat to quiet them.
"How exactly did she save him?"
"She pressed on his chest and blew air into his mouth," Physician Qian said. "She gave him her breath and brought him back to life. This is no ordinary person—she must be a medical immortal!"
Zhou Chu: "…"
Traditional physicians weren't particularly skilled in emergency resuscitation.
It wasn't that such methods didn't exist—but most were trained in diagnosis through observation, listening, and pulse-taking. Emergency procedures were considered lower-tier skills.
Faced with such a situation, they were largely at a loss.
"Pressing the chest can revive the dead?" one physician scoffed. "Maybe the young master just fainted."
"Someone can faint for that long? With dilated pupils?" Physician Qian retorted.
"I still don't believe it," another said. "The dead cannot come back to life."
"If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't believe it either," Qian said. "Perhaps this truly is a disciple of that legendary 'Ghost Physician.'"
"Again with the Lu family!" someone sneered. "Every skilled doctor must be theirs? We're not necessarily inferior."
Meanwhile, at the Lu residence, a young man stood nervously before his grandfather and uncles.
The Lu family was massive. The old patriarch had seven sons, and together they had produced over a hundred descendants. Nearly all of them studied medicine.
This young man, Lu, had attended the Wen family's banquet and witnessed everything.
The elders summoned him to recount the event.
"It was just chest compressions and breathing," Lu explained.
He hadn't understood the airway-opening technique, nor had he noticed the injection Zheng Qian secretly administered.
"Was he truly dead?" his cousin Lu Shu asked.
"Yes, absolutely," Lu said. "Not just unconscious—I've seen dead people before. His nails had already turned that drowning shade."
The Lu family was shaken.
After questioning him repeatedly and still finding no explanation, they dismissed him.
"Grandfather, do our ancestral records mention reviving the dead?" Lu Shu asked. "Is she really a disciple of that 'Ghost Physician'?"
"Nonsense," the old master snapped. "There are no ghosts teaching medicine. That girl must know some technique we don't."
"Then I want to meet her," Lu Shu said.
His father immediately objected, but the grandfather nodded.
"He's young—let him go out of curiosity. It doesn't represent the Lu family."
The Lu family would never officially acknowledge such claims.
But privately, they were already deeply unsettled.